Ragamuffin Ramblings.

I want to hear Jazz with my eyes closed, 

and dig my toes into the coloured grains of sand, dancing.

I want to climb to the Summit and yell and sleep under the stars.

I want to laugh my head off and play marbles and 

sleep in and eat croissants in bed with butter and Nutella

and spill coffee and wear lace and trip holding your hand

because I am listening so closely.

another journal entry.

Today was just one of those days. I woke up wanting to go to Italy by car. Perhaps if I really drove fast enough I might catch air to Florence instead of doing more perms this morning. Sometimes I forget about the magic. Like the moon and red leaves and how the apples grow again and again and AGAIN outside my windows. Life has felt overwhelming of late. Today at school I had to sit in the small, dark locker room to get a grip on my "meishness"-- to find myself again. I don't think anybody noticed me disappear. I can feel so suffocated at school--Watching. Thinking. Wondering.
Just relax, Meg. Really.